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From the Louisville Journal.
. Sitting lonely in the twilight,
In the shadow of ay room,
. bilo tht misty veil of sadness
Shrouds my spirit in its gloom.
While weight my heart-strings crashing
Makes their music but a moan
And the answering echoes falter
As they murmur "all alone!"
In the twilight I am weeping,
liut a voice comes o'er tbe lea,
Breathing gentle word 4 and sayiug,
"Wilt thou never dream of me?"
Blessings on thee, sweet Eudora !
Angels guard thee, gcutle heart I
Angels are thy kindred spirits,
1'ure and loving as thou art I
They shall scatter o'er thy pathway,
From their pinions fair and bright,
Glory beam of love nod gladness.
Silvery showers of summer light,!
Tber shall hover o'er thee sleeping,
They shall bring to thee in dreams
Pictures of the Kden valleys,
Fadeless bowers and living streams!
Thou art With me now, Eudora,
In my dreams by night or day;
When my weary footsteps falter
As I tread life's lonely way,
'Hid the careless and cold hearted,
" When for sympathy I sigh,
When the tears are o'n my eyelids,
In my dreams to thee I fly !
Life's a dream! but when we waken
In the light of Eden's shore,
Kindred souls iu lore shall mingle.
We shall and dream no more!
Fairmount, Sept., 1855. MINNIE.
From Peterson's Magazine.
THE SCOLDING WIFE.
BY ELLEN ASHTON.
"There you ere again, with your wet hoots,"
said a shrill, splenetic voice, as Mr. Hudson
csme home, one rainy day. "It's no use for
n woman to sieve, to have her house locking
n little decent, for as sure as there's a rainy
dy, her husband will tramp ovei the Carpets,
leaving marks of mud everywhere."
"Indeed, Sally, there's no mud on my hoots
to day," said the husband, mili'Iy, "I took
care 10 clean them on the mat."
"Well hut they're wet, and I'd like 1o know
if it don't spoil a carpet to be wet ?" sai.l I he
wife not bit mollified. "And you've let yoi,r
umbrella dm in on the floor, all this time, in
stead of putting it in the rack. Do give it
here." And, as she i.ioke, she jerked it an
This was but a sample of the greeting which
Mr. Hudson received about three times a week
or whenever his wife happened to be out ol
humor, which invariably occurred if the chil
dren were cross, if the servants were careless
or if anything else went wrong in the house
hold. Mrs. Hudson had been pretty ns a girl,
and having been much admired, had gradually
become upoiled by selfishness, so that, when
she married, the inevitable troubles incideni
to the station of a wile, kept her constantly in
a slate of irriUition. Instead of realizing that
every petition in life has its unpleos.ini duties
but that the married stale, if only blessed by
love, yields the largest amount of happiness of
any, she acted as if a wife ought to be a be
ing exempt from nil trouble. A dozen times a
week she would say thai, if she hod not been
a foul, she would have never left her mother'
bouse. The servants and children, but espe
cially her husband, were the victims of her ill
humor. She could never long reUin a cham
bermaid. ' They generally led at the end ol
their month, each decluring in mm, that they
could not endure her temper. The poor chil
dren wero cuffed one hour to be petted to
excess the next, so that the little things hard
ly knew whether they loved or feared their
mother. As for Mr. Hudson, with every de
sire) to lire quietly, and, indeed, with a dispo
sition, fur the sake of peact, to yield too much
he could not, do what he would, be, sure, when
he ent out, of a kind reception on his return.
Often when be left his wife in the best of hu
mor, on going to his note in the naming, he
would hnve her avoiding the moment he open
ed the door, when he came back.
Affection though it will endure much can
not near all thing.-'. Dropping water will wear
out the hardest rock; and an ill tempered
wife, in time, will alienate the most fontivinir
or husbands. Had Air. Hudson, on retirinit
from his store, come home angry, because
things had gone wrong, and had he visited his
spleen on his wife, she would have had soi.ie
excuse. But though there are husbands who
do this, he was nut one or ihem. He had
early learned to control his temper, and hence
though money was often scarce, tiade dull, or
clerks neglectful, and though tn consequence
his patience was frequently sorely tried, he
nefer permitted himself to vent his ill humor
at borne. But at Inst, he did what thousands
of husbands had been driven into doing before
be began to be at nome as little as nossibie-
.and" be would have began earl er, if it had not
oeen lor his children.
'H tell you, Lowiy," he said, one night, as
neaar, naii-ineunated, tippling at the tavern
with 0 friend, "a man can't stay at home
when it is second bedlam. The very rhil
dren have had their tempers spoiled, and fight
likatcsts and dogs, so that, between a scolding
wife and quarrelsome brats, I might as well he
in Pandemonium as atmy owe fireside. They
say it'a the love of liquor that makes drunk
ards, but. it'a aa often a scolding, slaiternly
win, ana me -jncomiorlable Home that follows.
now, I didn't ears for driukinr in itself." on
tinued he, with vinous gravity, but when I'm
ncre, 1 mrgei my troubles; and that'a some
This state of things still continue, only Mr.
nuuson is lasi losing caste aa a business roan,
because ne is rapiuiy sinking in'.o a sol. As a
consequence, bia wife ia mow unamiable than
ever, anil ma cnuuren, tiod help them I are
growing unto ruin. Mra. Hudson tell ...
body, trut a drunken husband is breaking her
neait onu unnging tier onspring 10 utgsary,
but she doe not add, iftst she gave hun the
Ant incentive lo intemperance, by rendering
bis home unhappy. At the Last Day, each
Will reosive from a righteous Judge, eaact jus
tice. Let us r.ot attempt to measure out, too
nicely, their proportion of guilt.
Ft be it from us to say that all, or even the
largest number of husbands, who frequent
(kinking as loons, are driven thither by bsd
wirps. ,. But it cannot be denied that many are.
More women are at fault, io this maiterj per
hapattsnia generally suppose J. Often alio
wfcei the an.jad escapee falling into )!
BY L. 0. GOULD.
EATON, PREBLE COUNTY, 0.. NOV. 8, 1355.
$l,50per Annum in Advance.
To!. 12, No. 21.
courses, it is !ecnue of his moral strength ami
not oecsuse his neartri ia ma e comfortable.
Wires, be iust to your husbands, and von
wtll be none the less true to yourselves. There
isa wsy of being amiable, without loosing self-
resurci. noove an, rememuer. there is no
state or affairs, in the family, so bad, that it
Ctnnol be made worse by your u nonliability.
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nvviu wing oioiumg 11 ue.
A Rather Sharp Yankee.
"I reckon I couldn't drive a trade with vou
to-day Squire," said a"ginooine" specimen of
a yansee peadier, as he stood at the door of a
merchant in St. Louis.
"I reckon you calculate about right, for you
can't," was the sneering reply.
"Wall, I uuess you needn't to get huffy
beout it. Now here's a dozen cinoojne razor
strops worm two dollars and a half; you may
nave 'em lor iwo dollars."
"I tell you I don't want any of your traps
so you may as well be going along."
"Wall, now look here. Souire. I'll bet vou
five dollars, that if you wit; rusks me an offer
fur them ere strops we'll hsve a trade yet."
"Uune !" replied the merchant, placing the
money in the hands ol a bystander. The yan
kee deposited a like sum.
Now" said the merchant, "I'll sive you a
picayune (sixpence) fur the s irons."
mey're your'n," said the yankee, as he
quiet y po:seteU the slakes,
"but," said he, after a little reflection, and
with great apparent honesty. "1 calculate a
joke's a joke and if you dun.t want them
atrops, I'll trade back."
Ihe merchnnt'a countenance brightened.
"There it is," aid the yankee, as lit re
ceived the strops and passed over the sixpence
a trade is a trade; and now you are wide
awake, the next time you trade with that 'ere
sixpence you'll do a little better than buy to
And uway walked the pedler with bis strops
and hu wager, amid theshuulsol the laugh
The New York Day Book has the following
paragraph in regard to a very interesting rues
"Among other profound subjects discussed
ny ine association lur the advancement ol act
ence, a: Providence, Rhode Island, was the
question whether a man may marry Ins cousin.
some teartui examples in theaielurmity ol pus
terity were cited to prove that such near rein
nous should not inter marry. Instances of
blindness, ci-.ib feet, rc., were mentioned.
the llumnn Catholic and fcpiseoua churches
both forbid such marriages; but in the face of
scientific and tclisinMicol authority we ask
what will the tbjecturs to the marriage o!
cousins do with those cases where children
Ihe result of such marriages are more than usu
ally beautiful ami iniellieent ? We exnlam
i'i ihis way : Children sometimes inherit their
mentnl and physical organization from their
morthers, and sometimes from their fathers.
If two cousins, who bth inherit their consti
unions from the same side, unite in matrimony.
the consequences wi:l and inustiie disastrous
but if cousins marry who are entirely dissimi
tar, one having inherited a constitution fruin
the father and the other from Ihe mot er, no
such result will follow. It is the uniting uf
similar organizations, no matter w hether first
ur second cousins, Hint causes injury tn off
spring, and not the simple fact of legal relu
The Voice of Conscience.
What dues she sny is Ihe cre.it end of lw?
Listen to her voice in Ihe chambers of your
own heart. She tells you that there is nnlr
one stream that is pure, and that sireani flows
irom the throne of Uod, but one aim is iml.i.-
iid worthy 'f an immortal spirit mid that is 0
become ihe trieiidol Uod, so that the soul may
iiig ner way avt r ins grave without fei.r,
without dismay, without condemnation. There
is only one puili passing over the earth which
is light an 1 w hich is honorab e. It is ihnt
which Jesus Christ has marked out in his word
uiiu wuicn leans 10 giorv. Let coiisc cure
speas when you are templed ;o waste n day or
an hour lur to commit auv known sin, tu nee
led any known duty; and the will urge ymi
by all the high and holy motives of etemi
ly, to live for God, to give your powers to him
10 seea ins nonor in ait I nal you do.
Genius hath its tiiumphs ; fame its glories ;
"cniiii im npiciiuur; success its bright re
wards; but the heart only hath its home.
Home only! What more needeth the heorl f
What more can it gain ? A true home is more
thou Hie world more than honor and mi, In
and fortune more than all earth can give the
ngm oi me noonday sup may not yield, and
yei ine nny name ol one pure beam of love
eiikindleth, and sympalhy makes to burn for
ever. Home ! How much nore than beautiful
thou art ! how like an untaught religion ! a
golden line between the soul and heaven!
when the presence of pure hearts makes Wire
radiant, and the music of liieir affection float
like l ha chorals of unseeu cherubims oiound
then tranquil hearth I
Worcester county can ptoduce someMiine
beside pretty girls, lall corn, fal pigs and bij
"horned critters," as witness the following ef
fort of a votary of the muses, ihe manuscript
of which was recently rescued ftom the ob
scurny or a Miy bJtkel, hung at the duo of
one ol our lair Iriemls in the above mentioned
flourishing agriculiural district uf this Kaie
The writtr must have Jiunk deepof the fluid
from the poefa fount probably the "original
".Vow Sarah Deer
o do not weep no more,
for it is.ihat umhear
With plenty of love in store.
Sarah hti not wept no more ever since.
There are three sorts of friends the first is
like the lorih we meet in Ihe dark street Ihe
second ia like a caudle in a lantern ihsi we
evertnke the third is like a link that offers it
self lo the stumbling passenger. The met
torch ia the aweel lipped friend, which lends
us a flash of compliment for the .line, but
quickly leaves us tuour formrr drkne."8. The
overtaken Ian em ia the uiiu friend, which
though it promises but a faint 1 it-lit. vet it vot
along with U-. as far as it csn. in our joruey's
end. The offered link is the mercenary friend
which, though it be ready unuuirh lo do us ser-
ic bath a aervile relation lo our bouniy.
Thk Br.rr Fauna. The moat aureeable nf
all companions ia a simple, frank man, wilhnui
any flippant claims lo great ness, obliging stall
times, and of a gulden good humor. For such
man w are wiiuncat any hour. ui.i
ba, tit. giMtM wit or philoioph.r. "
The following exouinite lines from the pen of
aa uuwpok u auuiur, oremine ine true spirit of po
l'erhaps tbe fact lrt we have been enjoy.
f . ... wcu, cujuy-
ing. during the la-it week, the beautiful weather
it describes, will impart an additional interest to
There is a time, just e'er the frost
Prepares to pave old Winter's vray,
When Autumn, in a reverie lost,
The mellow daytime dreams away;
When Summer comes, in miming mind,
To g-e once more on hill and dell.
To ttBTH bow mmy sheaves they bind,
And see if all are ripened well.
With balmy breath alio whispers low.
The dying tlo)-ers look up, nnd give
Their uneeiust iucenie, e'er they go,
Fit her who made their beauties lire,
She enter 'ueath the woodland's shade,
Her sepbyr's lift the lingring leaf,
And near it gently where are laid
The lured and lout ones of its grief.
At last, old Autumn, risinp, takes
Again his nceptic and Ins throne,
With buistermn hands the tiec he shakes.
Intent on gathering all his own.
Sweet .Summer. iglnug. fliei the plain,
Aud waiting W inter, guant and glim,
Sees miser Autumn hoard his grain.
And smiles to think it's all tor him.
THE OLD FOLKS.
"Oh, sharper than n serpent's tooth it is lo
have a thankless child."
"I suppose 1 mu-t go down and see the old
folks pretty soon, but it is a dull job," said a
fashionably diessed young man to me, one
evening. The country is so dull, after living'
in the city, that 1 diead to go there ; there is
nothing to look at, ami nowhere lo go ; but
mother is gelling pretty feeble, nnd 1 ought to
1 perceived thai the old folks he so disre-
spectfully i-puke of. were no other llian his
own father and mother.
I could tet along with one day well ennuirh
he said, but the old folks art never satisfied
unless I stay a week, or three or four days,
and I get heartsick of it, 1'. is so dull. 1 Used
to go and see them once or twice n year, bul
now it is between loand three yea's since 1
have been there. I could go oflener, bin it is
so leuiotis ; nnd they make so much of me, ai:d
cry so when Ihey see me, thai it makes me
feel bad, because 1 do no', go as much ss 1
ought ; so sunietimes I think I will not go at
Ilow little had this careless son thought of
his aged parents, and yet how hrmrlv hail ile
aged parents thought of him, and 'how many
pravers had ascended to God for him
from that quiet firetide. He knew not how
many evils those prayeis had averted Irum his
ungraeful heod, or huw many blessings they
had poured upon hun.
But all sons are not thus ungrateful. A
young friend of mine who has resided sixteen
ye'Ts in Hie same mttrooulis, has never failed
twice a vear to visit his parents, nnd toes of-
ten, or whenever it is possible for Mm to leave
his business. I accidctitiy saw a letter he
addressed lo a sister a short time since, which
shows that a yuiirtg man can be immersed in
extensive business, and yet find time to love
and venerale his mother.
1 received a short note from molher, he
writes, after hearing Ihnt she had been ill. I
am fearful she is not improving, lfsheisany
w. rse, or becomes dangerously sick, 1 desire
to know it. 1 dreail ihe thought that our
mother cannot be spared to us many years at
the best, ii may bebut n few monihs. I hnve
t.iought she has lived nearly her three score
nnd leu, and nature has almost become ex-
huusted, et how I should miss her; how we
all should mourn for her ! Whal a mother
she has been tu us ; what an example j what
a christian! I am sure of it ; I know that
she has been my dearest object of love and nf-
leclion all the eiays of my life. However I
may have strayed from her bright examples and
he: teachings, my r. other was always before
me, beckoning me to walk in Ihe right way ;
and if I have not prayed myself, with Ihe
fervor and devotion ihat I should, I have al
ways felt thai she was supplicating for me
How much she has cared for us ! What a
sacred tnasure, even lo the end of our lives,
will he the memories orour mother.
I ee her now, aj she looked to me when
she s ood by ihe bedside of one dying brother,
cheering him in his sufferims ;aud 1 hear her
her say: "The same clock thai told the hour
of his birtl., is now telling the hour of his
death '." Whal a scene wos that! Weknow,
dear sisler, that these things must be, and it
is not in a melancholy strain that 1 wrile,
but every indication of Ihe approaching end
of my mother, stirs within me all Ite tender
er,! impulses ol my heart. Her removal will
be to the brighest heaven die when she may.
Old age is but the threshold nf death, and
after a life spent as our mother's has been, the
por'als of t nolber world can have no deary
How ennobling, how tnnchine are Ihis
young man s words, we cannot but respect
nun mi ins uenutiiui reverence ami love for
hi mother. Ye-irs of life in New York, sub-
ject lo every smtro and eveiy temptation, en-
i i 'ed in an enrossing and extensive business,
wi.ii m.c iictn mm pnsniuii 01 youm upon mm
yet the one steady flame of deep love fur his
.noilier, burned unnimined in his heart.
Moiher she was, a mother worthy of such a
tin Kim U'iia f7hfiutai., m.lhi.. 11' .1
" - ....T, iiuuici, iiuiiiii
. .... nf,.,rc ..i.ioi.r iuvo .m. reverence, ue
nr., nu ciiiiira uuu ueorutu lunower ol
the blessed Redeemer.
i i . 1 .
n.m ic c.rrr nearness, negiecuui son, re-
member the thorns ol agony his thoughtless-
ness implant in the hearts of his patents. Lei
him call 10 remembrance the helpless yesrs of
his childhood, and all the self sacrificing love
that fills their hearts, and now return tn ihem
I , r I .. I , ...
and to God the love and graiitude hicb are
so justly uue. I
American Messenger, i
ftfr One of the old fashioned attorneys
practicing in Indians, insis ed on arguing u
case before J udge B. after it had been deci
ded. Judge B. repea'edly lold the unfortu
nate attorney that he would listen lo no 'ur-
t er argument in the case. "But, may it
please your honor," a the advocate, "your
honor will certainly hear an argjirient, f your
honor has decided wroi.gT' "No," replied
IheJu ge, "if yon arue the cake an v more.
lake it lo the Court of Errors." "May it
please your honor, I don't see "vhere in the
devil rd go to, Tor if tbisain't a court of errors,
I don't know where to find one."
Tomorsow. -Now or never. Time past is
lost 1 time liiiure is not ours ; lime present is1
all we have. W hope for the happiness of
heaven. Hope only cannot save us. False
nopes penpie hell. "Tu dy. if ye will hear
bis voice, harden not your heard." Behold,
ih .1 . 1.. l. j ....
I5.y of inUou. T " - " ,u
SUCCESS IN LIFE.
10 be Iw'n'y thousand; nnd at the age of fifty
,,e wns wrih a million. George remembered
'he words of the wise man: "With all thy
fiellmg get understanding."
Hesper.t two-thuds of ir money i going to
' school and acqui ling a taste for solid kun I-
e'lie- He.'heu sneu. Ihe remainder of his
P"ininny in purchasing a few acres of land in
'he neighborhood of a thriving city. He re
fciveiit solv"1 0,1 being a farmer,
After a lapse of thirty-five years the two
brothers me l. It was id George's house. A
bright vigorous alert man was George though
upwards of rifiy live years old. Ilenrv, though
stver"l ye"rs younger, was very infirm. He
had kepi his cuitm ing room long afier the
''odors had wa-ned him io give up business,
It is the peculiar vice of our ase nnd enun-
uy ' F"" ' ""mate on Ihe mereacqui.
g,i,0n ,if riches. I do nnt ol nil ,..!,.
wefll'h or Ihe diligence and entt-rnrise so often
exercised in its attainment. I would not say
a word to throw a doubt on Ihe importance of
acquiring such a measure of this world's goods
as lo remit rone independent, and able to as
sist others. 1 he young man who thinks he
may amuse himself as he sees fit, at the same
time throwing the burden of his support on
others, or leading precarious life on the verge
of debt and bankruptcy, is a dishonor to his
species. But I assert that the too common
mistakes which make men look upon the ac
quisition of a fortune, or the having a fine and
fashionable house, as couslituling success in
life, is extremely pernicious. Success in life
consists lo ihe proper u d hnimonious develop
ment of those faculties whicn God has given
us. Now we have facilities more important
tu our welfare than that ofmaking money fa
cilities more conductive to rur happiness, and
to our btnllh of body and until. There sre
higher and better modes of activity than those
which are exhibited in multiplying dollars.
Men csn leave tu their clnldrm a better palri
moiiy than money; they con Irave ihem the
worth of a good example, good habits, a reli
cious faith, n true es.imnie of the desirable
things ofthis life; resources of mind anil heart
which will shed sunshine on adversity, and
.g,,c ,0 prosperous fortune;
j "it is not wealth which is deserving of ho-
mnge, out me virtues winch s man exercises in
the slow puruils i.f wea'th the abilities so
called fotlh, the self denials so imposed."
1 have heord of Iwo brothers, wljose father
died leaving them five hundred dollars apiece,
"1 will take thia monev nnd make rnis. lf n
"c man, said Hemy the ycu e brother.
I"1 '" ,ake lllis nioney and make mvself a
001' man," said George ti.e elder, ilenn,
w''0 knew but Imie beyond themultiplicatinn
lable, abandoned all llioughtsofgoingioscliool
"d bt,S!l" ddling goods in a small way,
ovsr the country. He was shrewd and quick
to learn what he gave his ntteniioii to ; and he
gave his attention to m.ikine money. He suc
ceeded. In one ear hi fu e hundred dollars
became a Ihoiiinnd. In five vears 'I had t-rown
and now he touiul himself stricken in health
tieyond repair. But that was not the worst,
lie was out-of i,U ckm. nt when not making
money. George took him into ihe library and
showed him a line collection of books. Poor
Henry had never cullivaied a taste fur read-
ins- ue looxeu on ine nauKS with no more
'eres' tlin" ' would have locked at so many
'riclta- George took him into his garden but
lenry btgon to cough, nnd aid he was
"""'d of the east wind. When George poinl-
edouito him u beautiful elm tree, he only
cr'ei' "' "Pshaw !' George took him into his
l-'reenhouse, ond talked with enthusiasm of
rne rare flowers, the beauty of which seem-
ed tn give the farmer great pleasure. Henry
shrugged his shoulders and yawned saying
'Au 1 ' .dt) 1101 cnre f"r llies? tilings." Gedrte
8sltd him if he was fond of paintings and en-
Kvir,gs. 'No, no ! Don't I rouble yourself,'
saiu ; enrv-. cai't tell one daub from n-
0,hfr.' 'Well you shall hear my daughter
E'11"' play on ihe piano ; she is no ordinary
peii'Twer.' "Now don't brother don't if
you love ine 'said Henry beseechingly ; 'I
never could endure music." "But what ran I
do to amuse ymi ! Will yon tske a ridt ? -1
urn afraid of a horse ; bu' if you will drive me
carefully down lo your village bunk 1 will
sto;i and have a chal with the president.'
Poor Henry ! Money was the one thing up
permost in his mind , toit he hn I sacrificed
vtry other good thing. When a few days
afterwards he parted from his farmer brother,
laid his hand on his shoulder ard said,
'Ge r?e cn" j"sl support yourself com-
foriably on ihe intciest of your money, and I
hnve t"1' enough o buy up the whole of your
J0" un,1K nl,u "" 01111 'el J'Oi.r life has
been a success, and mine a dead failure.'
but true words.
How beautiful nnd appropinle is while al
Ihe funeral ofu young maiden! typical of pu
rity expiessive of gentleness aud freedom from
the stain of earthly blemish. There is a light
ness of elherinl character about it. admirably I
adapted to the occasion. Contrasting with
solemn sack cloth with which grief is accus-
turned u. be clothed.
We wish we could see it generally adopted
and ihnt Ihe old fashion of b'ack mourning
should be confined lu special cues, and for
definite periods, instead oflheir requisition of
custom in protracting its use beyond certain
appropriate limits. We always pity the poor
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wiiiow who is doomed oy ihetranimel-r of soci
ety to envelop herself in the heavy folds of
bombazine for years and lo be weighed down
:, .1.-0 . . .
'ol l,le ""mrner soisnce, oecanse it is
expacied or her. We have often fell for them,
and know their health lo be seriously in juried
by such necessity. It is hut really a fashion
n fjshion- yes, a fashion it must be called
-and should be modified so as to be expressive
nf enrrm ..-iih,,,.. i,; j.....: r...
..,1....... w.i.j; wai.uvi.v? Ill UOIlllon
or t.eal'h. Why should there be a summer
costume adan'ed for mourning, if htnnLf miict
be used, which is on y suitable for winier! A
plain white Cnmhnc dress, Willi
wniie auo piaiu 10 suit wen a single black rib
boo to show Hint it is mournine, would be
belter for heal-h and comfort, and equsllv ns
expressive nt respect for the memory oi Ihe
departed. It requires only a begiiinin. by a
few suitable persons to become generally adnp
A tall slsh aided Yankee who was mokinc
his eppearance al Cape May last summer.
s.'otieu uown 10 the beach, during bailing
lime. On seeing the bevy of beauties disport-
ing in Ihe waves he burst into a fit of enthu-
"Je ru-sa-lem I if that don't . jest rtmindr
me of something good we have to drink lo
"What ii that t" remarked a friend
"What is it f" said Jonathan, smacking bit
lijw, "Why ii't 'Imjm sod wtter P". -
She is Dying.
The following is sublimely beautiful snd
rut belie, and could only hnve been dictated
by n heart that has experienced all Ihe bitter
ness that is herein expressed. Who is the
author, we know not, but suspect it is an ax
tract Irom some book. If anybody can read
it without moisture in the eye and stones in
the throat, they are worthy of mtrble :
Sue is dying, Hush ! she is dying. The
sunlight streams through the plate glass win
dows, the room is (rurnnt w ith the sweet
breath of ihe Southern flowers large milk
while African lilies rose a nightingale would
stoop to worship ; Cape jessamines, aud
cimelias, with their large glossy leaves
Through the open casemen' slealsthe faint
musical tinkles of playing fountains ; and the
liKht 'empered pleasnmly by rose curtains of
embroidered satin, kindle, up gorgeous paint
ings with n halo as bright as 0 rninlmw. It is
as if fresher sunshine were fulling earthward
on the lower of beauty.
'I he rsnary sinus in his gilded cage her
canary ; and the mncknig bud raises his clear
note higher and higher on on the perfumed
Why do you clench vour hands till the nails
draw the rich, rosy blood through the thin,
quivering skin ? Why do you grind your
ee h together, and hiss between that one
word, hush ? It's a beautiful name, I'm sure;
and that lady, with her head upon her bosom,
is fair as any dream vision of the painter.
Surely, nothing could he puier than that
broad high brow ; nothing brighter than those
gol Irn curls.
And she loves you too ! Ah ! yes, any one
can read that in Ihe deep violet eyes, raised
so tenderly 10 your own, Ah 1 that is il ; your'
young wife loves you.
She linked lo yours the existence of an an
gel, when she knelt beside you nt the mar
rinse alter, and placed her hand in yours.
For tweive long, golden sunny months, an
nngel hns walked or su! by your side, or selpt
in your bosom.
You know it ! Nr. mortal woman ever made
your heart bow before n purity so divine 1
No earthly embrace ever filled your soul
with ihe dory from beyond the stars; no
ear 1. 1 v smile ever shone so unchangingly above
all such noisome things os your earthworms
call it'a ond trouble. She is an angel, and
other angels have been singing lo her in the
lotu; days nf this plennul June lime.
"Hush," you say, but you can't shut out
the anthem notes n Heaven from Ihose un
sealed ears ! Louder, higher, swell the hymns
ol the seraphs ; brighter grows the smiie on
your young wife's lips.
She whispers, "Dearest, I'm etmo't home,
and you will come by and by, and 1 am going
10 ask God to bless you !" But you cannot
bear il you turnnway end the big tears gath
er i'i your eyes.
Yuu had held her on your bosom all day
all night ; are you 'Ired. But you can't on
swer. Closer-closer you clasp theslighl, fair
figure ; painfully you press your lips to the
Cold bnw Carrie is dead.
What is it lo you that the sunshine is bright;
what that ils cheerful rays fall on the broad
laud ? What is it now I hat she can walk
on them no more ? And whot is death - her
death ! Few people knew her, no vioe-pres
blent must be cho?en 10 fill her place ; no
nation will raise a monument lo her memory!
But she wos yours ; great God of ours, your
No, yours and God's ; and your year of joy
is over, and she rests 011 his bosom now in
They have dug a grave for her. Spring
flowers brighten over 11 and Ihe green grass
suiiies "iin unsies auu violets, tou go there,
nnd siith and pray, and ask God if yuu 10 may
come home ! and when no answer comes, yout
proud heart rises up in bitterness, with the
bold, wicked words upon your tongue, you
pause, for your guardian angel looks down
Irom heaven, and whispers " Hush !''
October is the month lor forest splendor.--The
Irees are aiuw putting on their last gar
ments, donning their richest and warmest
colois", and casting, for the while, hallowed
beauty on the landscape. An English writer
has well pronounced our forests unrivalled.
To witness tht bursting foithof animated na
ture in the spring is indeed beautiful ; bul to
wonder in our American forests in aulumn
and i:ee Ihe trees clinl in richest verdure the
many tinted leavs in their silent m.ij.-sly;
lo tread on their rustling masses in the nut
paved glades : to hear the rusiliii nf the wind
Ihroutli the trees, now like the ge ntles'sweel
est tones of the Eolian, nud now like the
organ's solemn penl, and feel as it were, the
language of the seasons of all thai is solemn
and pure, yet buoyant in heart are sights and
bounds that will dwell unutterable in the
hearts or else flow forth in "wild sweet waves
ol music," on the air.
And now farewell October nnd farewell
autumn 1 November will come p.gsed in its
gnibaud cimparilively barren ; but' October
w ill go out and leave behind a pattean! and a
feast. The woods will be hung with nature's
rich, si tapestry the glossy acorn w ill be scat-
t ted in profu-ion n the ground, the daik
and riches liiited hoise-chesnuts will glow in
iis spiney shells and busts of squirrels will
enjoy n tests in the top of bench trees. Fare
w. II, then, O t iber, in the midst of this great
bonqutt of bountiful nature.
A Newport Story.
Near Newport, is situated the Island in
Connecticut; the inhabitants of which ore of
the habit of taking their produce lo the market
of the former place, taking back in return, men
commodities as their necessities demand.
Some years since, there lived an honest family
on the island, who had a son,-whose long
shabby, uncombed hair, gave him an uncoin
ninnly poorish u opera nre, even in that then
primitive place. The father wns in Ihe habit
of visiting Newport, according to the custom
of his neighbors. On one occasion, he took
home with him, packed al the topof the chert
iu which he transported In1-goods a small mir
'r, the first ever possessed by Ihe family.
The chest wns biouglit home, and placed in
the centre of Ihe room, as usual, for ihe pur
pose of being dis barged of its contents, when
this uncouth son rnn, as usual, and laised the
I'd, to see what father had hrouirht from town.
On this occasion, he gave but one brief look,
dropped the lid, and with tenor depicted in
'very feature, cried out: "Oh, mother-! mo'h
er! father has brought home a cub I he has
brought home a cub I seed hiin-a youui
bear I" 6
'"VTIlP following ii said tn hm frua rnnv
of a shoemaker's bill, received by a gentleman
in a neignnnriiig town, whose lamily consists
if four or five daughters :
Mr. , Dr. to J
to sou line 51 ss Mary
Tu stamping and w elting Susan
To binding and closing Ellen
To putting 1 few Hitches in Jtn
Rates of Advertising.
One square for less) t insertions. 11:00
" " Each additional insertion, ?S
" Three months, . . . J:00
" Six months, ..... :00
" " Twelve monlhs, :0O
One fourth of a column per year, 16:00
half " " . . 18:00
" column " - . J0:00
All over a square charged as two sqnarea.
ITAdvertisementa inserted till forbid at
tht txpense of ihe advertiser.XJ
Executed a. this office with neatnesa and d.
ipatch, at the lowest possible rata.
JOB WORK Pen, Paste & Scissors.
HT Blushes are flying color, which maiden,
DWadded comforters are poor substitute,
for wtdded wives.
HrPeii.Tr.as need money somstimes. T-fcl.
is netes 10 some people.
IT"Music hath charm, to soothe tbe tav.t
breast." So has calico.
tTSall River is full of dead Know Nothing,
slaughtered in Pennsylvania and Indiana.
UTThe recently elected Governor Sjlkom .
P. Chase, is to become a resident of Colum
buj. 0T"Nat, what ore you leaning over that
empty csk for?" "I'm mourning over depar
IT Pretty girls who wear veils contrive to
let the wind bh.iv them aside when theynxet
a smart young fellow.
inrThe feller that could "call up spirits
from the vasty deep" might make a fortune
down in Maine jui now.
1TA Yankee doctor has recently got up a
remedy for hard times. Il consists of ten
hours' labor well worked in.
(CTPatrick, when will water slop runnirg
down hill? "Whenever it gets to the bottom,
sure, you spalpeen, said Pat.
. JTlf the Fusion ists have lost 50,000 ole.
in Ohio in one year, what will their majority
be in 185(3? Answer 20,000 orer lAe left.
rr Fugitive Slaves are daily making their
way to Ohio. t. ouse niggers are thought
more of than white people by a majorityof tbe
ffTThe following is from an English paper:'
Wanted a man and his wife to look afier t
farm t nd a dairy with a religious tuin of mind,
without incumbers iicc.
IJThe womm in Indianapolis must be
rather squeamish. A day has been set apnrt
especially lor the ladies to visit the statue of
the Greek Slave, on exhibition there.
1,1 A n Trlel.m.n tl.A.f . 1-i
"hi-. ....el, toi.nueni 01 ma
lting his fortune by the repeal of the stamp
ou 00 iicpiircr, lias announced "a new
daily paper to be published three time, a
fr BniouAM Youno ha now seventy wirea.
If one wife makes a man very happy, whal ia
the Mipposed state of Bsigham's mind by thil
time? He must feel like he was in a molasses
O-An old lady who did not know wethet,
her p amotion wns in Virginia or North Caroli
na, found, when the line was drawn that she
was n resident of the lormer. 'Wall,' said
she, 'I sm glad I don'l live in North Carolina!
It was was always such s sickly State.'
IP 1 1 Is a singular fact that a woman cannot
look from a precipice, of any magnitude, with
out becoming instantly dizzy. But, what is
still more singular, the dizziness departs the
very moment somebody puts his arm around
her waist to "keep her from failing." Queer,
D""Johnie, does you love me?"
"Well, Susie, I does."
"How 'oes you know that you love hie?"
"Kase, Susie, whentver I looks al you, my
heart jumps up and knockssgin my stummick
so hard that 1 dou'i have any appetite for a
O" The following dialogue occurred be
tween a ennductoron one of the Portland rail
roads and a passenger a few days since:
Pa rsenger Well, Mr. Conductor, what is
the political nev.s?
Conductor Don't know, sir, for I haven't
been to church for the last two Sundays.
EfDown Easl somewhere, a pious old lady
was summoned as a witness in an important
case. Being told that she must "swear." the
poor woman was filled with horror at tl e idea.
After much persuasion she yielded and ex
claimed, "Well, if I must Dai,!" The
Court immediately adjuurneU Judge and jury
ICTA pickpocket tillered the following solil
oquy: "Well, if this ain't mean! Here's
this feller been ogoin' about with ihis here
yaller chain, nnd when 1 pulls il out t ere's
no watch on the end of it. The conduct of
these here flashy clerks is enough lo break the
heart of a poor fel er like me, as has lo denend
on his trade fur a liviu',"
ITli is related thai a cousin of Mrs Pait
inglon, piircha.-iing at the dry foods store of
an "Odd Fellow," observed that many of his
clerks wore breast-pins bearing those cabalis
tic letters, r. 1.. t. "Pray, Mr. James," said
Ihe lady, "whal mtan those three letters, so
common in your store, r. l. t. ?" 'Therm an
madam," replied the polite draper, "few lies
lold." "Aha !" responded the lady, "this i.
just the store I want."
ID-Three boys happening one summer day lo
be caught out in violent thuuder-stotm, scught
refuge under a tree, where they had been but a
short time when a tree but a short distance
from the one lliqy were under was struck by
lightning and shivered to atoms. One of the
boys, with seriousness and anxiely plainly de
picted in his countenance, says to the other:
"Bill, can you pray?" "No." "Pete, can
you pray?" 'No. ' "Nor I either, but by
hoky boirijlhing must be dune."
CTThat man who runs down the girls,
speaks ill of the married women, throws a
quid of tobacco into the conltibution box, and
lakes a penny out to buy more, cau nsver have
peoce in this world. Bedbugs, musquiloes
ond the night maie, and all the hobgoblins of
a guilty conscience will haunt him on his woy
to that well heited prison where convicts are
fed on aquafortis soup and are allowed no
other amusement than to sit and pick their
teeth with a red hut poker through eternity.
ICTWe once saw a young man viewing the
ry heavens with a t in one (U'a of pis- -lols
in the other. W e gazed on him sometime
in astonishment, and endeavored to attract his
attention by .ing out a 1 in a paper we held in
our VTt relating to a young mau belonging to
that J of the country who had left home in a
state or mental derangement. He threw tact
and pistols frnm his trr s and Jed it is I, of
whom you read. 1 left my home with the in
tention of putting a . to my existence. Buton
arriving at this spot I was led in oon-uder
deeply on the rash act I was about to commit,
and those very a seemed tn ay young mn
desist. I no v return to my friends, and llw t
eaue.of thisscent aha It g with w to m grave.